- Paint trim and doors for basement
- Have installers install trim and doors in basement
- Pick carpet
- Pick tile
- Have tile and carpet installed
- Move Boys to basement
- Re-paint the boys old room for new nursery
- Put crib in nursery
- Put baby stuff in nursery
Yup, this is not getting done in 11 days. I have come to grips with the fact that I may just not be done and that will be okay. Who needs a nursery when my babies sleep in their swings the first 2 months anyway? I figure I've got some time. I just wanted the dust and crap cleaned up a bit from all the construction in the basement. Not to mention how glorious is will be to have all that extra room and be able to park my car in the garage once again!
I have gained more weight this time around than with my other 3 babies and these are some of the things that come with the weight gain:
Swollen ankles and toes-hobbit feet, I am now convinced, were probably really pregnant ladies about to give birth.
Swollen hands-For the first time in 12 years of marriage, I can't wear my wedding ring. My watch is getting close to the same.
My right hand falls asleep-I wake up in the middle of the night unable to feel my right hand. Completely numb! How strange that feels.
Indigestion-this has been a curse for all 4 pregnancies.
Back pain-this also has been a curse for all 4 pregnancies, but this time I'm going to a chiropractor and it appears to help.
Dizzy spells-I tend to pass out when pregers. This is the worst because it is so debilitating, but I think the Chiro has been helping me a ton in this area because I am up and about this time around.
Broken Toe-Yeah! I can finally walk on my foot without pain. I think it has healed pretty well.
Scratch on left leg-Also healing, but still tender. It was pretty nasty!
Of course, I have the belly-by far my largest belly thus far. My belly button popped out. That has never happened before. What a funny thing to have happen.
I am just so thankful that this is my last time. I would almost be sad about it, but being pregnant isn't easy for me or anybody else who's around me. Poor Jamie has had to deal with my moody, crazy thinking self. He's a trooper and a keeper. So, keep posted, this weekend may be it!